The beginning of the final chapter

I forgot about the blog.

So here I am.

The beginning of this module was all the things- exciting, playful, feared, confusing, settling, peaceful, stressful, overwhelming, and ordinary. The first few weeks were me just settling back into routine. Working as dancer and instructor, for me, means that my life runs in these little blips. Sept-Dec is choreography, resetting in studios, and signing new performance contracts. So adding in the inquiry has been a juggling act.

I began research last week and I have LOVED it. I have really loved the human element of qualitative research. My inquiry is centered around language, and so I have observed classes/rehearsals and then interviewed the leader of the room and the dancers of the room. I am interested in looking at this collection of data in three ways:

1. Leader to Leader. In the various spaces, are those who are leading the room all feelings, speaking, and understanding similar things?

2. Student/Dancer to Student/Dancer. Within the spaces I am researching, are those who are "following" saying similar things in regards to how they understand their lessons?

3. Leader to Student/Dancer. Is what the Leader is saying resonating with the student/dancer? Is this "translation" working within these contexts?

I am still unsure how all the puzzle pieces will fit together but intrigued to continue on.

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